"It's cold sweetheart, stay warm." Dean murmured, zipping up completely your jacket and wrapping a scarf around your neck and putting a beanie on your head as you watched still in awe the big farm with Christmas trees written over it. He closed the Impala's passenger door behind you, chuckling softly at your reaction while he shoved his hand inside his pocket to keep it warm, holding one out for you, dressed in a pair of heavy jeans and one of his typical brown jackets and a scarf tight around his neck, warm puffs of air leaving his lips. You once told Dean that you never had a real Christmas tree at home because of your brother allergies, always having plastic or polyester ones, but he's aware it's not the real experience of a real Christmas tree. So this holiday season he decided to make you pick up a real Christmas tree from a tree's farm, decorated with bright green and red lights, the snow softly falling from the white sky, coating the world. "C'mon, we should go in and pick a tree up you know?not only stand here forever." He chuckled softly, patting your beanie as he tugged you to the entry, tucking you in his side to keep you warm. You stared at your boyfriend in surprise and awe, joy, nodding softly as Dean looked back at you with love, giving you one of his wolfish grins. He's aware you get easily impressed and are deep down very innocent and get easily excited, while unlike with others, Dean is soft with you.